Warning: there is an important event in Madrid, only until April 29th***; Written on the Celestial Bodies, that Soledad Sevilla has risen at the Palacio de Cristal of the Parque de El Retiro.

Some time ago I rediscovered the pleasure of looking at the clouds -daytime- and the stars -at night- and I have become a true specialist in fluttering up there. Since Soledad Sevilla’s sky is full of tiny writing symbols, I had no choice but to think that it was totally mine. Of course; I’m a kind of semi-colon freak.

I remember that Antonio Gades told me years ago, laughing, that whenever a producer wanted to perform one of his ballets in one of those “incomparable settings”, he always thought, “What the f…, I’m sure it’s impossible to dance there!”. There were exceptions, of course –I remember doing his Fuenteovejuna at the Roman Theatre in Aspendos and also at the spectacular cloister of the Dominicans’ Monastery in Almagro– but Antonio always preferred the traditional three-walled box set, that small space that could make us to see anything he wanted us to believe. He was so smart.

The other morning, standing under the poweful dome of commas and asterisks, I missed some little magical things happening next to me, and today I understood what Gades meant with his undanceable “incomparable setting”. True magic happens often while looking at the stars, but usually back to us.